In this life we have many teachers!
Some you ma not consider to be teachers,
But truly they are.
They all have different ways in teaching you a lesson.
Some lessons leave you wounded,
But those wounds heal over time.
Others leave you scarred,
But those scars failed eventually.
Some of these teachers you have grown to love,
While others you simply tolerate.
Some have given you all the attention.
While others demonstrated what they want you to learn.
They teach you what to do and what not to,
And what to expect and how to deal with it.
At my age I have had a number of teachers
And in my many years to come,
I have may more teachers to come into contact with
And i will be ready with my pen and note pad to take notes!
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